Breaking Even(55)

It all feels too good. A myriad of emotions and sensations hit me at once as he takes a nipple in his mouth, pushes himself up to let his piercing hit a spot inside me that has been dormant, and his hands... There’s something about his hands being on my body—owning me, claiming me, needing me.

I’ve never felt so sexy in all my life, and I love it.

His name is coming through my lips before I can stop it. My body burns hot and cold, a powerful eruption of mind-blowing perfection goes off, and I fight to stay vertical when my whole body tries to fold under the force of the orgasm.

He keeps going, making it impossible for me to not to whimper from the overwhelming sensations and ecstasy-laced high that I’m still riding out. But then his body jerks under mine just before he stills, and his breath comes out in a hard rush that slithers over my skin with a gentle, warm touch.

He pulls me to him and kisses my neck, his breaths slowly starting to return to normal, and I almost hold my breath.

Now that the moment has come and gone... What happens?

“You can go fix food now,” he says through a winded tone.

I laugh lightly while shaking my head, and his lips come up to capture mine in a kiss that means so much more than it did seconds ago. It’s only three. We have a while before it hits that awkward point where you don’t know whether to stay or go.

Maybe we can have fun for that entire time.

“How am I supposed to walk after that?” I mumble, very distracted by his talented lips and wicked tongue.

All of the groceries are still at my house. There’s no way these stems of jelly are going to support me for walking and cooking.

“Fine,” he says, breaking the kiss with a grin that gives me too much hope. “You can cook in thirty minutes.”

When his lips brush mine and he flips me to be on my back, that excitement floods me again.

“And what are we going to do for those thirty minutes?” I ask, trying not to giggle, squeal, or scream out in joy.

He purses his lips as though he’s giving that serious thought, and then he slides to the edge of the bed. All I see is him dropping the old condom into the waste basket beside the bed, and then the nightstand opens again before a foil-crinkling resounds in my ears. I feel the tingles of excitement rock through my body like a live wire has just been set loose inside me.

“I have a few ideas,” he says, grinning over his shoulder.

When he turns around, a new condom is on, and I can’t look at anything else. This day is so different than I thought it was going to be.

“I’ve always been a fan of show and tell,” I murmur distractedly, feeling his grin rather than seeing it because my eyes are otherwise engaged.

“Really?” he asks mildly, crawling back over the bed toward me, looking like a stalking predator. I’ll happily be his prey. “Because I’ve always been a bigger fan of show,” he adds, and then his lips come down on mine just as he thrusts deep inside me.

This is my new favorite day of the year.

***

RYE

Something smells incredible, but it’s too hard to move. Opening my eyes seems impossible. But my stomach growls in response to the delicious scent that is getting stronger, and I’m forced to wake up.

Why the hell was I asleep?

I look over at the clock to see it’s seven in the evening. Did I really just take a nap?

It’s then I see the cute, white cotton panties that are still on my floor where I threw them earlier.

Brin. That’s why I took a nap. I never would have thought she’d be so damn ravenous in the bedroom. In fact, I barely kept up. We spent the afternoon doing all my favorite things, and now I feel as though I’ve spent the day working out.

She’s not in the bed, which prompts me to frown, and then I curse myself for being disappointed.

I didn’t go over there for this. In fact, I went over there for the exact opposite. I wanted to explain about Jessica, but I also wanted to tell her how much I valued her friendship, even though we haven’t been friends for long.

I didn’t want her thinking it had anything to do with her, but I’m not the relationship guy. It’s not what I want.

Then she had to go and fucking say the shit she was saying, and every time she said something, I wanted to shake her. And she was right—I was fucking with her head. Problem is, she’s been fucking with mine, too.

I never meant to kiss her. I never meant to grab her up from the floor or enjoy the way her legs immediately wrapped around me. I never meant to hold her like I wanted nothing else. And I sure as hell never meant to walk over here and fuck her in my house, on my bed, on my floor, against my wall, or in my closet—I still don’t know how we ended up in the closet.